Good Girl Ch. 02 - Bad Girl

She arched her back, tilted her head up, smiled widely, and moaned in satisfaction. She loved being played with, especially when Master teased her and prolonged her climax. She liked to tell him that her moans, whimpers, and beggings were work, and she was earning the orgasms.

It was partly why she thought it was a good idea to do it to Becky. It had been incredibly effective in Good Girl's own training.

Good Girl remembered the first several times Master had played with her a few years ago, right after he rescued her. She had loved it back then, too. She hadn't yet learned to love her Master or herself, but she loved her pussy being played with from the first second Master had started doing it.

The warm water from the showerhead fell on Good Girl's pale, soft skin, adding to the waves of pleasure she was getting from the vibrator. She could feel her first orgasm coming, and she started to whine louder.

"AhhhAa...mmMMmmAhhh!!" She arched her back again...it was almost here...

Master pulled the vibrator away from Good Girl, and she dropped down, panting. The pain from almost reaching her climax felt sooo good! She gasped for air and giggled.

Master pushed his body against hers, letting his hard cock rest against her skin while he kissed her neck and rubbed her ass. Good Girl knew that he was just keeping himself busy while he waited for her to calm down a little, so he could start playing with her again. But this, too, was driving her crazy. She wanted him sooo bad! With her arms shackled to the wall, she couldn't even touch him.

She loved it when he controlled her, played with her, left her helpless while he did what he wanted. Her body belonged to him, after all. And he knew exactly how to make her moan and beg for more.

"Please Mast...Ahhhhmmm!!" She didn't know how much more she could take, but she really wanted to find out.

Master turned the vibrator back on, pressing it lightly against her clit. He kissed her hard on the mouth, stopping her next moan before it could escape her lips. Their tongues met, and he held the kiss, pressing the vibrator against her harder.

"Mmnnnmmm!!" she whined. She wanted to beg for the orgasm now. She needed it! Every inch of her skin burned with pleasure, and her heart was beating so fast that she thought it might burst from her chest. But by holding their kiss, Master had found a way to control her begging as well.

Finally, thankfully, her Master released their kiss and started moving the vibrator up and down. Good Girl half screamed and half moaned with relief as her climax finally came.

"OHHHGOOOODAHHHH!!! MMMMMAAAHH!!!"

Good Girl would've collapsed on the floor of the shower if her bracelets weren't holding her up. Her Master stepped closer to her, and she leaned against him and gasped for air.

"Tha-thank you, Master!"

He held her close and squeezed her right butt cheek. "I'll give you a few minutes to catch your breath, then we'll try again. I want to see if I can make you wait a little bit longer. You were close to breaking your record that time."

Good Girl squealed with excitement and tried to catch her breath a little bit faster.

***** Chapter 10: Good Girl *****

***** "Master, Is There a Way to Change Her?" *****

Good Girl lay on top of her Owner's chest, and she once again pressed her tits into him. They had climbed into bed a few minutes ago, exhausted after a long day of having fun with Becky and each other. But she couldn't seem to still her anxious body. She was sure that he knew about her insecurity and jealousy by know. Master knew her better than she knew herself.

As if reading her mind, Master rubbed her back and spoke reassuringly.

"You did really well in the shower today." He said. "Both showers, though the one with just you and I was more fun. You handled Becky well though. You might be better at training pets than I am."

Good Girl giggled. "Are you saying you did a bad job of training me, Master?"

Master laughed and wrapped his arms around her. "You're the best pet I could ask for. You're perfectly trained."

Waves of warmth and love spread through Good Girl's body. As much as she had mixed feelings about her sister being with them, she wanted to train Becky. And then give her to a owner who loved and cared for her the way Master loved her.

It was the best way to stop Becky's trainwreck of a life from getting worse. A strong, loving owner who would take possession of her and make all of her decisions for her. She was too self destructive, self-centered, selfish.

She didn't think of Becky as a sister anymore. She was Abby's sister, Not Good Girl's. She still wanted to do something though. She still cared.

But she didn't know if it was possible to turn a bad girl good. Master had many doubts, and he was honest about them. He thought their best course was to train her to be obedient, then give her to someone who wouldn't mind that she's a brat. Wouldn't mind having to punish her constantly.

She thought back to her childhood with Becky. The two had been as different as night and day while growing up. Abby was always hardworking and responsible, doing everything that their parents expected of her. She had been an introverted kid, but she was kind and caring to everyone she talked to.

Becky had been the complete opposite. She was often grumpy and rude for no reason, and loved to cause drama just for the sake of causing drama. Her tendency to be lazy was strangely at odds with her tendency to get in trouble, and yet the two flaws worked together in harmonious chaos.

And from all indications, she had only grown worse.

Good Girl didn't know what to do with her sister, and her anxiety made her whine unintentionally. Master had long ago told her that she was born with all of the qualities that a good pet needed: A loving nature, obedience, and a need to serve and please others.

Becks had none of that. She was selfish and entitled to her very core.

"What's wrong, pet?" Master asked, deep concern in his voice.

"Master...." She started to talk, but then had to pause to let her thoughts catch up. "Is there anything we can do to change Becky's personality? Make her be good?"

Her Master sighed. "There might be a way." He explained. "It's something I did with you a little bit, though not to make you good exaclty. But to make you realize that you were already a good girl in your heart. You only heard part of what i did, and I remember how dumb you thought it was." He laughed. 'You wouldn't remember most of the rest of it."

"Master.....the voice?? The one you played in my room, that sounded like me and told me that I wanted to be a slave? Is that what you mean?"

"That voice is only a small part of it, pet. Come on, I'll show you." He stood up and put his robe on, then attached Good Girl's leash to her collar.

Master led her to his office and had her sit down on his desk chair. He leaned over her, looked up a video file and played it. He sat on the couch.

The video looked like it was from a few years ago....Good Girl was a bit younger. They were at that old kitchen table downstairs, and there was a screen on the table in front of her. She was nude, as always. But she looked strange, like she was half asleep.

Good Girl did not remember any of this, and she thought she remembered every second with her owner.

***** Chapter 11: Master and Abby *****

***** Abby's Conditioning *****

The camera was at an angle where it caught both of them. It appeared almost if they were in the middle of a conversation. But while Master looked normal, Abby looked zoned out, as if in a trance. She was staring intently at a screen in front of her.

"Pets are always so loved, aren't they Abby?" Master asked in a calm, soothing voice.

"....loove...."

"Do you want to be loved?"

"Yes, love..."

"I love pets" Master said, "Pets are cute!"

"Pets are cute!" Abby ageed.

"Pets are cute!"

"Pets are cute!"

"Pets need love."

"Pets...." Abby seemed to have trouble making the connection, but Master didn't seem bothered.

"Pets are cute!"

"Pets are cute!" Abby said.

"Pets need love."

"Pets need love." Abby assured him.

Master got up from his chair, pulled Abby's legs slightly apart, and place a vibrator against her clit, securing it in place with a towel. He pulled a needle from his pocket and injected something into Abby's arm.

Master took his place on the other side of the table, his hand now holding what looked like a remote. He spoke again. "Pets are cute!"

"Pets are cute!" The vibrator started for a moment, and Abby whined. "Mmmm"

"Do you want to be cute, Abby?"

"I want to be cute!!" Abby repeated without hesitation, and moaned in pleasure when the vibrator turned on for a moment.

"People love their cute pets." Master informed her.

"People love their cute pets!" The vibrator started, and Abby's mouth fell open as she whined. "Ahhh!"

"Pets are cute!"

"Pets are cute!"

"Masters love their pets"

"Masters love their pets... Mmmhhm!!" The vibrator stayed on until Master said another line.

"Leashes are cute!"

"Leashes...."

"Leashes are cute!"

"Leashes are cute! Mmmm!!"

"I am cute!"

"I am cute!"

"People love their cute pets!'

"People love their cute pets! Mmmm!" Abby happily agreed.

"Pets are cute!"

"Pets are cute!" Ahhhhmmm!!" Abby's reaction to the vibrator was getting stronger, as were her repetitions. She still looked tranced, but her voice was gaining a happier tone.

"I love cute pets"

"I am a cute pet!"

Master turned on the vibrator again. "I love you, Abby, you're such a good pet."

"Mmmmmmlooove..."

"Pets don't need clothes, do they Abby?"

"Pets don't need clothes!" Abby repeated in an excited tone. A look of bliss crossed her face as the vibrator came on.

"Do you love your leash, Abby?"

"Love my leash..." Abby had agreed even before her Master had finished saying the line. Her hand went to her neck, then reached out to Master as if she were handing him something.

"I am a cute pet!"

"I am a cute pet!" Abby promised.

"I love my leash."

"I love my leash!"

"I am a cute pet!"

"I am a cute pet!"

"Pets need leashes, Abby. No one else will love them without a leash."

"Pets..." Abby paused, then looked sad, as if wondering where her reward was.

"Pets need leashes. Don't you want to be loved, Abby?"

"Pets need leashes" The vibrator turned on again, and stayed on for longer this time.

"Do you love me, Abby?"

"I love my Master! Aaaahhmmmm!!" The vibrator once again stayed on for a extra few seconds, and Abby had a look of bliss on her face.

"Do you want to be loved?" Master asked in a serious tone.

"I want to be loved!!" Abby's answer was almost instantaneous, her tone much more lively and excited, as if she was expressing a core need.

"Master loves cute pets."

"Master loves cute pets."

"I am a cute pet!

"I am a cute pet!!"

'Master loves me!"

"Master loves me!!!"

Master smiled, rewarding Abby by leaving the vibrator on for nearly a minute. He typed on a laptop while Abby moaned in pleasure. Then he turned the vibrator off before she could cum, giving her a few minutes to calm down before he spoke again.

"Pets don't wear clothes." Master informed her, turning on the vibrator before he was finished speaking.

"Mmm!! Pets don't wear clothes!"

"Clothers are silly."

"Clothes are silly!!" Abby smiled, as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. Her butt bounced up and down for a second as the vibrator did it's work.

Master left the vibrator on until Abby was close to an orgasm, but turned it off before she reached her climax.

"Do you want to be loved, Abby?"

"I want to be loved!!! Abby proclaimed happily.

Abby's voice sounded so excited that Master didn't seem to be able to help the smile that appeared on his face. The vibrator stayed on this time until Abby orgasmed.

Master watched as Abby arched her back in the chair and tilted her head up. Her breasts heaved, and she wore an expression of complete joy on her face. She scream-moaned as loudly as she could, trying to tell the world of her happiness.

"AHHHHHHHH!!!! MMMMMMMMAAAHHHH!!!!!"

Master looked thrilled. He stood behind Abby's chair and played with her tits while she came.

***** Chapter 12: Good Girl *****

***** Master's Methods *****

Master walked behind Good Girl, reached over her and paused the video. "This recording is from around 2 months into your training."

Good Girl stared at the screen. Two months? She had thought that Master was still trying to get her under control in the first two months, but she seemed like puddy in his hands in this video. She didn't realize that she had been this malleable.

"I gave you a sedative during dinner every night." Master said, "And when it kicked in, I did the conditioning and behavior modifications on you for 2 hours before you went to bed. We did this nearly every night for 4 months, starting on your 2nd night with me."

Good Girl remembered feeling sleepy after dinner almost every single night during the early days of her training.

"Master, are you saying that that's why I love my leash??"

Master sighed. "It's more complicated than that, pet. I conditioned you to love your leash as a physical object, yes. But the leash is an extension of your own needs. And the leash itself was only a small part of months of training. The most important aspect was your need to be loved and guided. The more love and guidance someone shows you, the more obedience and submission you give in return."

"I fell in love with you because..."

"I didn't condition you to love me." Master cut her off, "I doubt that's even possible, it's not a love potion. You love me because I provide you with everything that you want and need to be happy. And I love you because you are naturally submissive and obedient. You were born with your need to be loved and guided, and your desire to obey and submit. It's who you've always been. I only brought those qualities to the forefront of your personality."

"Thank you for showing me who I really am, Master." She said with a grateful smile, "I do love you because you give me everything I want and need! No one else has ever done that for me. But I also love for who you are, everything about you. I love you more every day."

He went to his knees and placed his hands on her bare legs. "I love you for more than your obedience and submission, Good Girl. I love you completely." He said, the emotion and sincerity in his voice making Good Girl want to cry tears of happiness.

"But," He said while standing back up, "We fell in love with each other naturally, as two people do. It started with our need for each other, but our love grew because of who we are to each other. You have always needed love and guidance in equal measure, and you never received it from anyone after your grandmother died."

He considered his words for a moment, looking sad as he did.

"Your mother knew what you needed, but she also knew that you were submissive and obedient. She took your needs and personality traits and twisted them to her own ends, controlling you, turning you into an extension of herself."

"But didn't you say that I was already submissive and obedient, Master?" Good Girl asked, understanding everything he said except for that point. "Why did I need conditioning for what I already had in me?"

Master looked mildy unhappy, as if recalling a bad nemory. "You were, but only to your mother. She conditioned you long before we ever met, and she had 18 years to do it. She left a lot of trauma in the process - she constantly took what she wanted from you without loving you in return. I had to get rid of the trauma and help you understand what she had done to you. I did it using both the conditioning and our long talks about your life every day. You needed someone to listen to you and understand. You are happy and fulfilled now, and that's helped you heal from your bad upbringing."

"So our talks....always being there for me and letting me cry on your shoulder. That wasn't you conditioning me. You were giving me therapy!"

Master laughed. "Of course I was there for you. I told you that I loved you within the first couple of days of bringing you here, and I meant it. You were and are my property, my pet. But I cared about you deeply. I had to help you and condition you without damaging your need for guidance and love, because damaging who you are as a person would have destroyed you. It was a delicate balance, making you understand that the very things you needed to be yourself - love and guidance - had been turned against you by your mother. If I couldn't do it, if I couldn't save you, you would never have found love and happiness. Not with me or yourself."

Good Girl closed her eyes for a moment, not wanting to remember her evil mother, but knowing she had to. She brought up some of the worst of her childhood memories. But surprisingly, she didn't feel anything at all when she remembered. The memories had been getting less painful every year, and now it was like remembering a scene from a TV show - mostly meaningless. She thought about how even just a year ago, some of what her mother had done to her still bothered her.

"Master....do you still use the conditioning on me?"

"No Good Girl, you don't need it. But we talk about how terrible your family is all the time. You realized that none of it was your fault a long time ago. It has taken most of our time together to remove all of the emotional scars you were left with though. I'm not a therapist, just someone who wanted to be there for you. But your emotional healing wasn't done with more conditioning."

Good Girl thought she understood. "The conditioning...it helped me understand who I really am. It didn't brainwash me.... And all of our talks, not just during my training....all of it. You were helping me! You saved me in so many more ways than I realized!"

"No pet," Master said "No brainwashing. It only told you what your heart and body already knew. And I will always help you."

"What about the voice in my room telling me that I was born to serve?"

Master chuckled. "You were born to serve, Good Girl. The voice helped you understand that, believe it or not. It only helped a little, but you were so damaged from a lifetime of being manipulated and controlled that I needed all the help I could get. It reinforced your conditioning in many ways, said many things that you don't remember at all. It was an AI generated version of your own voice, and it's purpose was to help some of the seeds I planted in your conditioning grow."

Good Girl still had trouble accepting that it helped, but if he said it did it must be true.

"Ohh. And the vibrator you used on me?"

"The vibrator on your clit was important. From the very first moment I started your training, you have loved your pussy being played with. I could tell that the orgasms I delayed and made you beg for were your way of earning affection. Earning love. It was positive reinforcement that I used to conquer your self doubt and insecurities, and reinforce the qualities that made you feel happy."

Good Girl nodded, smiling. It was a brilliant training technique - she really did love her pussy being played with. She remembered that he had done it to her within a few minutes of her waking up in captivity, and she had loved every second of it even though she was terrified at the time.

"What was in the needle that you injected me with, Master?

"Its a powerful sedative. It's major side effect is that it puts the user in a highly suggestable state. It works in tandem with the conditioning software. I'd usually put a powdered version of it in your food, along with your birth control. But I was out, all I had were liquid doses."

Good Girl remembered that she had started taking birth control pills on her own at her 5 mark as Master's pet.